The Watershed*

“We are too young,” some of us tell ourselves.
Too young to face these decisions.
Others are far too mature to have graced these halls.
We have nothing in common,
And yet everything.
Like water, we spread out, but are connected as one.
One piece.
One reflection of youth.

The love we have won and lost,
The passion and pain,
The inspiration and tears,
The bridges we have built and burned,
A testament to belief in ourselves.

With knowledge and experience in our wake,
The decisions we have made and the trials we have overcome dictate who we will be tomorrow.
The next parents, the next teachers…
The next generation of people that matter.
We will leave our own mark,
From these headwaters we will flow with the watershed
To merge with the ocean at the estuary of our choosing.
From this reservoir we will be known.
We will be quoted and admired.
We have decided who we want to be.
We want to be remembered,
We want to be who our children will remember.




* I hope this poem would not be a lyrics of any song from album watershed by opeth (releasing on 3rd june)